Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

Seeing that Bo Jingchuan finally put his eyes on her, Lai Rong said:

"Master, let's take a rest first. Otherwise, the old lady should feel distressed."

Feeling sorry for her wasted.

Bo Jingchuan raised his wrist and looked at the time, there was still some time before dinner time.

"understood."

He nodded and lifted his feet upstairs.

Lai Rong watched his figure disappear at the entrance of the stairs, smiled, turned and walked towards Mrs. Bo's bedroom.

Holding the tie that had been taken off halfway, Bo Jingchuan opened the door of his room as usual.

As he never likes others to step into his private area without permission, although he doesn't come here often, he is keenly aware of the strangeness in the room.

The hand holding the doorknob paused, and his gaze fell on the bed in the center of the room without stopping.

A trace of coolness lingered in the unfathomable pool of eyes, and his gaze was like a knife's edge on the side of the bed, and he slowly raised his legs and walked there.

Footsteps stepped on the carpet, and there was no sound.

The indifferent face is the sternness and coldness of the invaded territory.

However, when he approached the bed and looked at the person sleeping on the bed, his deep eyes flashed slightly, and the chill gradually dissipated.

A head of blue silk was spread on the pillow like a cloud, and the small face the size of a palm was flushed with a layer of crimson because of the sound sleep.

His gaze swept across her butterfly-like eyelashes, without makeup, her thin lips were like begonias, and her nose was very lightly opened and closed, too peaceful and quiet.

The world is stunning.

These four words flashed in Bo Jingchuan's mind.

After that, his gaze fell without deceiving.

The bathrobe on her body belonged to him, Xu was too wide, and slipped off her shoulders while she was sleeping, revealing her fragrant shoulders inadvertently, with a large piece of white skin in front of her, her delicate collarbone floating up and down with her breathing.

Bo Jingchuan's breath suddenly tightened, and there was a hint of darkness and surprise in his dark eyes.

He just said that it was rare for this woman not to be disgusted, but he didn't expect that he would be so easily teased by her.

Turning around, he took off his suit and threw it on the sofa on the side, then raised his arm and undid the expensive cuffs on his shirt, bent over and put it aside.

After that, his eyes were once again placed on Shen Fanxing's sleeping face, the light in his eyes was still faint, but in the depths, a touch of warmth gradually condensed.

Why care so much, it's not a bad thing to be easily influenced by her.

Anyway—

Sooner or later it will be his.

Bent over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking sideways at the woman who was sleeping soundly.

Her knuckled fingers touched the strands of hair on her temples.

In the deep sleep, Shen Fanxing smelled an unfamiliar and familiar fragrance in a daze, just like the cold and clean smell on the bed, but it was also mixed with another aroma.

She frowned slightly. As a perfumer, it was almost instinctive to distinguish things by smell.

that scent...

It should be an incense smell in the car.

The doubts were revealed, and the doubts between Shen Fanxing's eyebrows gradually calmed down.

She rubbed the pillow with peace of mind, and a few strands of her long hair dipped into the bathrobe on her chest, blocking the looming scenery.

The child-like movements caused Bo Jingchuan to laugh, and the extremely shallow voice gradually spread out in the quiet room.

The fragrance so close at hand, the innately strong sense of presence that cannot be ignored, and the warm laughter that was exclusively for men just now made Shen Fanxing open his eyes in an instant...